Everything from here on forward... I'm not very certain about.
Sometimes, I feel as if I have two sets of memories. One that's easy to remember, and another one that's like trying to pick out details in polluted water, while fighting against a current. In a lot of ways, it's easier just to be swept along the current and remember the things that come naturally.
By the easy way to remember things, my next memory is waking up more than year later, in Orgrimmar, surrounded by Myzzi and bunch of strangers.
But if I fight the current, I can remember waking up that afternoon, in my bed, in a state of panic I couldn't account for.
And if I fight even harder, then I know the truth: I woke up early that morning, just before dawn, to the sounds of the first birds chirping outside my window.
I can't really remember much of the next few hours. What I do know, I've pieced together from my nightmares, and from what Myzzi has been able to tell me. I was able to recite, once, for her the conversation I ended up over hearing, although I don't remember the recitation.
But the morning after Pa told me about the arrange marriange, I woke up early, still feeling too restless to stay in bed. I got dressed and opened the window; I remember listening to the birds. I left my room to spend a few hours in my mother's garden. I didn't encounter any one on the way, which wasn't very unusual with the reduced staff and the early time of day. There were several hidden nooks that I liked to hide in; I presume I went to one of those.
That's when I overheard the conversation. Nozzel was also in the garden, talking to Cane Guy. They were congratulating themselves over the pending wedding announcement. The conversation took a turn for a worse: they were planning on killing me and my family afterward.
They found out I was listening to them. I have nightmares about being pushed into the dirt, pebbles digging into my cheek. The feeling of something hard pressed against my forehead, and a sharp, piercing pain that's reminiscent of of my headaches. I was pinned down, with something heavy on my back.
My hand's shaking even now as I try to force myself to remember. I was taken somewhere, tied down. It was dark and cramped feeling, and I couldn't move at all. I remember Nozzel's voice, briefly, but the sound I remember the most, that sound that makes me shudder: the imp.
There was an imp and another voice, talking in a language I didn't understand. The imp would chatter next to my ear, but I couldn't flinch away. In my dreams there's always this heavy, heavy weight keeping me from moving, making it difficult to breath. I'm terrified, not sure what will happen, or if it's ever going to end-
and then--
then--
--
And then I'm back in my room, my father banging at my door wondering where I've been all day and telling me to stop sulking. I was feeling startled and panicked; at first I thought it was because I'd been jolted awake and surprised at how late it was, but the anxiety stayed with me. I knew I needed to see Myzzi, to make sure she was safe.
She was fine, and more than a little puzzled about how disconcerted I was, but I couldn't explain why I felt the way I did. I didn't remember anything about that morning.
I didn't remember. That was when the new wave of panic hit. I always remembered anything that happened that recently. I thought back, and had a vague recollection of birds, and then, nothing. And empty blankness. As though I'd blacked out until Pop banged on my door. It felt... odd.
I couldn't dwell on it, however. I had an engagement party to attend.
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